Twilight of Demons by Patrick Astre

Author:Patrick Astre
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2015-04-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 42

1955

California.

Dennis Stone Eagle picked up the phone in his office in California, got a long distance operator and gave her the number of his house in Brooklyn. It was eight PM, four in the afternoon in New York. It rang for a while until Marisa answered.

"Marisa, it's me, sweetheart."

"Dennis," she answered, out of breath. "I was in the yard, had to run to get the phone."

"I miss you sweetheart. I can't stand this anymore. I want to come home right now, look after both of you."

"Dennis, I miss you more than you can imagine. But stick with the original plan. Finish your business on the West Coast and then come home."

"What's going on over there? How's Patrice?"

"He's doing fine, back to his summer routine with his friends. You know—the ones I like, Julie and that boy Stuart. He'll be having dinner with Julie and her dad tonight. I've got a concert. He's here now, he wants to talk to you."

"Great. Put him on."

He heard his wife call Patrice then his son's voice came on the phone.

"Dad?"

"It's me. How you doing, son?"

"Good, dad. I miss you. When you coming home?"

"Soon. I miss you too, cowboy. I want to take you fishing on one of those party boats out of Canarsie."

They spoke a few more minutes, then Patrice said goodbye and Marissa came back on the line.

"Can you talk now?" Dennis asked.

"Yeah. He just left to go to Julie's house."

"What's happening over there? Are you okay with Ricardo downstairs? What's he up to?"

"Well he's kind of spooky-scary."

"What? Is he scaring you, Marissa?"

"No, no. Don't get me wrong. He's a perfect gentleman. I feel safe with him there. It's just that..."

"What?"

"He never says anything, never takes off those sunglasses. He's like this big watchdog, stays around the yard or in front of the house all the time. Last night, I couldn't sleep, got up at two in the morning and I saw him, just sitting on the stoop, looking into the night, like he's waiting for something."

"Maybe he is," Dennis said. They were both silent for a moment. He knew she was thinking the same thing. It lay between them like an unseen intruder until Dennis finally said it. His voice was low, hoarse. For a moment he feared she wouldn't hear it over the long distance wire.

"The dream, Marissa. I get the same dream. It hasn't stopped. I think you get it too."

There was silence before she replied. He pictured her there, tall and beautiful, hair falling to her shoulders in golden waves. His love and longing for his family was like a physical force running through his psyche. He gripped the phone as she whispered her answer.

"Every night, Dennis. I get it every night, the same dream, the cloud, the wolf, the protector. It's Ricardo. He's the protector, isn't he? And the cloud with that thing inside it, it's here now, here in Brooklyn. I feel it."

Her voice broke to a little stifled-sobbing noise, and she continued, "Dennis, I'm so scared.

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